MTL - Starting My Cultivation With Immortality-Chapter 1 immortality

"There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and the cold year does not know the age, ah, Axi..."

Yunsu put down the "Tongxuan Jing" in his hand tremblingly, leaned on the bed, and looked at the white snow outside the window. So lonely.

It's too cold, and the whole body is stiff, and the movement of turning the book is not easy.

He picked up the short wooden stick on the ground, put it into the quilt that wrapped his lower body, and groped for the warm baby in the earthenware pot. With trembling hands, he plucked out two pieces of charcoal from the ashes, only then did he feel that the coldness was less severe.

The frostbitten leg also seemed to have regained some consciousness. He regained his strength and continued to read.

This time I played a big game, and the lazy house prostituted a world of immortality for nothing.

The night before the accident, it was Yunsu's twentieth birthday. He just got a five-star **** card for free in a mythology mobile game. Greater desire for prostitution.

"Immortal!"

When he woke up, he slept in the ice and snow. He didn't know how long he had been lying there. A few days later, he still felt cold curled up in the quilt. If he hadn't met Wang Muxuan, the head of the Xuanmu Sect, he might have fed the wild wolves in the mountains.

The head of Wang Xue Ye returned from a serious injury and brought him back to the Xuanmu Sect before the deadline.

Yunsu had only half his life left, lying on the bed, Wang Muxuan healed his wounds, which cost a lot. He leaned against the wall beside the window, panting like a cow, his face as pale as paper,

"Ye, wild boy, what's your name?"

"Cough, cough, cloud, Yunsu."

"Yunsu, I'm going to die soon, and the Xuanmu Sect is over. When you're well, take the children down the mountain, think of a way, and settle them..."

When Wang Muxuan said this, he paused for a moment. Yunsu thought to himself, he was about to take care of Gu, but when he saw him close his eyes, he seemed to be thinking, and he seemed to take a nap to regain his strength. After waiting for a while, he did not continue talking.

A yin wind hit for no reason, and the candlelight jumped wildly, causing goosebumps to wrinkle on people's skin.

Yunsu thought it was not good, struggled to get up, and reached out to probe Wang Muxuan's breath and neck.

People are gone.

In this way, on a night without dogs barking and wolves howling, the Xuanmu Sect, which had only existed for seventeen years, disappeared. The founder of the sect, Wang Muxuan, left five children behind and left.

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"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

There was a knock on the door, Yun Su closed the Mysterious Sutra, and called in with a light cough.

"Big Brother Yun, are you feeling better?"

The person who pushed the door in was an eleven or two-year-old, wearing a small cotton-padded coat with a slanted front that exuded a faint scent of dry osmanthus. The cotton-padded coat was very clean, and the blue silk was no longer short. A rather delicate, slightly shy, well-washed, red face from the cold, a little girl's face with a hint of joy at the moment.

In her hand, she held a fire raisin, which contained a few pieces of scarlet charcoal covered with hot ashes. She would come to replace the charcoal in the cupping pot several times a day for Yunsu.

Yunsu couldn't help but secretly said that on Earth, such a little girl has only almost graduated from elementary school, but now she is temporarily preoccupied with the lives of six people.

The little girl is naturally beautiful, and she doesn't know where the head of the king who died young picked it up.

"Big Brother Yun?"

Twelve-year-old Wang Xuanji looked at Big Brother Yun who seemed to be suffering from hysteria, leaned down, stretched out his small hand and shook it a few times before he drew Yun Su's attention back.

She was holding a hot pancake in her little hands, and the aroma emanating from it, through the door, you could hear the sound of a few little guys lying on the crack of the door and swallowing saliva.

The pancakes were brought back by Wang Muxuan desperately. All twelve pancakes were stained with his blood and soaked into the noodles.

During the five days when he sometimes fell into a coma and sometimes woke up, the little girl told him the whole thing again.

A few days before the heavy snow closed the mountain, several senior brothers made an appointment to go down the mountain to run errands, but they never returned.

Until one day early in the morning, someone dropped a few things on the open space in front of the hall. After Wang Xuanji heard the movement, he was lying in the window and saw that Master was fighting with someone. Scarred and dead.

She fainted from fright. When she woke up, both her master and the enemy were gone, so she had to simply bury the six senior brothers while crying.

Heavy snow blocked the mountains for March, and Master did not return in March.

Wang Xuanji finally waited for Master to return, as well as Big Brother Yun picked up in the snow, and twelve **** pancakes.

During these five days, Yunsu and five children survived on twelve pancakes.

"Xuanji, how many pancakes are there?"

"This is the last one."

"I'm not hungry. You boil it into a paste and give everyone a share."

Yunsu broke off a small piece, leaving an almost complete cake and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl took the pancake and broke off a small piece, and handed it back to him: "Big Brother Yun, I'll give you this piece of mine."

"I'm not hungry, I want to lose weight, you eat."

Wang Xuanji nodded. He had only heard about fertilization, so losing weight should mean the opposite. He carefully changed Yunsu's charcoal, and then went out to make a mess.

Yunsu wrapped the Taoist robe. She was cold and hungry these few days. Fortunately, she baked the Tufa warm baby and gained some strength. Looking at the sight of the early sunshine outside the window, she had a stupid idea.

This place is located on the mountainside, and the way down the mountain has long been blocked by heavy snow.

Even if the mountain road is not cut off, and the village is ten miles away, he cannot leave rashly.

The mountains are covered by heavy snow, not only people are hungry, but tigers, leopards and wolves are also hungry.

Promise Wang Muxuan's matter, it's not time yet, how can I have to endure this period of time.

From the side room, he found a deep-bottomed dustpan and a rope for drying cinnabar, and then went under the dead tree to touch a few rotten fruits that were inedible, rubbed them to rot, and shook out a bunch of seeds from it.

A rag was placed on the snow, sprinkled with a large handful of fruit seeds, and the small piece of cake was crushed and carefully spread on top, a dustpan was set up, and hemp rope was put on it.

After doing this, he stood up on the tree and sighed, "There are so many birds in the mountains, everyone, please join us."

Behind the doors and windows, the little guys were looking at it with great interest, but they didn't understand what Big Brother Yun was going to do.

"Big Brother Yun is going to do a trick, so be quiet."

Wang Xuanji warned while boiling the water, and the three little brats who were watching the fun nodded hurriedly.

When Yunsu returned to the house, holding the fire pot in one hand and the hemp rope in the other, he prayed to various gods many times, and prayed to the mysterious system in his mind, and waited for a cup of tea. , a clumsy mountain bird, so arrogantly fell to the snow.

The mountain bird was too arrogant, so he ignored defenses, ignored disasters, and walked into a simple trap ignoring death.

With a swoosh, he was hit.

One, another...

It was snowing heavily and the birds were moving out. After Yunsu came to this world, for the first time, he showed a smirk like an old farmer who had a good harvest.

"Xuanji, I'll leave it to you."

Yunsu pointed to more than a dozen mountain birds tied together with ropes, and even two very fat wild pheasants.

Tonight, you don't have to go hungry.

Looking at these mountain birds that could save lives, Wang Xuanji couldn't hold back his tears for a while. He pursed his little lips tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Although the Xuanmu Sect was established not long ago, Wang Muxuan was very skilled. Even if he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he could still struggle to return to the mountain and save himself by the way.

Yunsu didn't know anything about immortality or martial arts at this time, but when Wang Muxuan's strong infuriating energy poured into his body that night, the warm and warm feeling was still fresh in his memory.

Wang Xuanji said that he was good at swordsmanship, and he was quite good at light work. Even the brothers who died violently once joined forces to exterminate a passing bandit.

However, the rivers and lakes are sinister and unpredictable.

The Xuanmu Sect, first the backbone of the army was wiped out, and Wang Muxuan, who was happy and grudged, almost died with the enemy.

In his opinion, there are many reasons for the tragedy of the Xuanmu School. In the final analysis, it is still in this world where the strong eat the weak. The strength is too weak, let alone the ability to resist risks. No power to protect.

It was a fluke that the Xuanmu Sect could save five little guys after so many vendettas in the rivers and lakes, killing people overnight.

When the enemy attacked, the warehouse was destroyed, and the remaining food was finally exhausted after the five little guys had eaten for three months. The little silver left in the door could not buy anything before the heavy snow closed the mountain.

People have good and bad luck. Although there are many coincidences in the tragedy of the Xuanmu Sect, the bottom line is that the world is too dangerous and the Xuanmu Sect is too weak.

Yunsu couldn't help but secretly thought, if he was still as lazy as he was on Earth, then Zhai might die very quickly, even if he was a strange treasure, he would die countless times.

In the side room, the smoke of the cooking smoke was already rising, and there was the sound of children playing and amusing. Yunsu stood under the big withered tree at the entrance of the Xuanmu Sect, with his hands behind his back, looking out at the vast snow field.

In the past few days, in addition to having a magical system in his mind, his hair has grown so long that it has grown to his waist, and Xuanji has tied him with a hemp rope.

Thousands of mountains and twilight snow, the most peaceful.

The world under the mountain was covered by white snow. Occasionally, the mountain wind blew up the snow particles and pulled out a whistling sound. The intense hunger came from his stomach, and Yunsu couldn't help but murmured:

"Although you are immortal, you will still be hungry."

The stomach problem has been temporarily resolved, and the injury has basically recovered. Yunsu is still a complete mortal. A few days ago, he was sometimes in a coma and sometimes sober. He failed to enter the system many times. Later, when he was full, it was time to study the mystery in his body The longevity cloud platform, the first to receive the grand prize of the white prostitute of immortality.

The rest of my life is long, I must be worthy of this immortality.